What do you do when a fetish becomes more than just a
fetish? That's the question haunting Steven St. Croix
in this stylish film. St. Croix is a photographer with
an overpowering attraction to nylon. His obsession
costs him his job, his apartment, his girlfriend (Celeste),
and nearly his life.

Best of show has Rocco playing a good samaritan who
convinces Celeste that St. Croix's obsession is something she
could learn to enjoy -- and then proceeds to boff her
seriously all over her apartment, ending in a facial.
Also highly watchable is the finale, where Celeste
takes Rocco's advice and capitalizes on St. Croix's fantasy
by outfitting herself in the object of his affection.

The film does have some flaws. The acting ranges from superb
(look for Best Non-Sex Role nom for Veronica Hart's excellent
portrayal of an extremely sexy psychologist) to wooden
(Rocco's non-sex work is a walk-through, and that damn accent
makes it difficult to understand any of his pearls of
wisdom). The music is sensational, lending each scene a
unique mood. A few choppy edits and misspelled names in
the credits mar the feel a bit, though. Celeste, who's
now made the decision to fuck other guys besides Woody Long,
looks gorgeous on the boxcover. We assume that enough
fans share the nylon to make this a very marketable release.